This is a song about "Titty fucking"

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

No where to get titty fucked by a huge rack, i bet the dead would

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

And all women who had light features, see

And she fucking me cuz im a fucking g

Youll get your fucking neck torn,

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

No where to get titty fucked by a huge rack, i bet the dead would

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

And blast you with his fucking

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin